It’s bad enough that I have the boss from hell, but this profession sucks the life from my soul, especially today. Today started off monotonous as usual. The start was the only thing that I liked about today, though. Today was my promotion, and don't get me wrong, it's great pay. It actually has to be, for what they make us do. I just hate the work. Walking through the hallways of the office, you basically get the same feelings. The blank white walls, the long hallways, the cool air, the smell of coffee. Oh, and don't forget the screaming that comes from the rooms. That's the part that tears me up inside; the fact that the thing we get paid for is "retrieving" information from people that are considered dangerous to the country. It might not sound that bad, but the methods are terribly cruel. I hate having to be a retriever. As a retriever you have to get information out of the culprit any way possible even if that means torture. I remember one case I did It was the crulest ive ever been to a person in my life. It was a cold December day, I had just came into work and shrugged off my coat hanging it on my chair from behind. Walking over to the desk I put my brief case down and my black coffee. Pulling out my chair I sat and logged onto my computer sighing with relief that I actually get to relax for once. Once on I checked my emails and voicemails to make sure nobody had tried to contact me While I was doing that there was a knock at my door. "Come in" I hollared to the person at the door. Opeing the door I saw one of my Co Workers Jim. "Hey man sorry to bother you but chief wants to see you in his office, NOW". I gave a quick nod and stood up pushing in my chair as I left. Walking down the hall I arrived at a big wooden door with the words Chief on it in bold letters. I had no idea what I was about to get into. Did I do something wrong? Am I getting fired? As I walk in and see this short and angry man I can't but help myself from laughing. He seemed to be as little as my young daughter, who is still in elementary school. No taller than four foot.
Although he was a small man, I have to admit the man did have a prescence with his attitude. Everyone of us knew not to disrespect him, because if we did then there was hell to pay. Before I could even sit down I was scolded for chuckling and I knew that was a big mistake to make. I immediately apologized for laughing and tried to come up with some lame excuse for this. The chief was not concerned with my explanation, he sat down and began his rant. " I hear that you are friends with the person that we arrested last week". said cheef.
I was trembling. Im not freinds with that crimal! ive been framed. now my professional reputation is on the line. This man is yelling at me. Litterally, i can feel the spit coming out of his mouth. he is super close. I have nothing to do with this crime at all and I'd appreciate ppl not telling that i am invoved.
He kept screaming in my face, his hot breath hitting my face. When it came to the point where i couldnt take it anymore, i just got up, threw my chair, and told him to shut up. "LET ME MAKE MY POINT, DAMNETT!!". I could tell he wasnt expecting that, as he was just staring at me with wide open eyes. I told him that i knew nothing of this criminal, i had never heard of "Stanislav Bedrechenko", he lived in f** Russia!
5. He continued to say to me that i knew the guy but, i really dont. who would do such an evil thing to me, im the hardest worker hear and i dont start trouble with anybody.
5. He continued to say to me that i knew the guy but, i really dont. who would do such an evil thing to me, im the hardest worker hear and i dont start trouble with anybody.